Lila the Lamb Says I Love You, Grandma and Grandpa
By Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller
Moral
of the Story:
Grandparents’ love wraps around you
like a warm blanket on a chilly day. They listen to your stories, laugh at your
jokes, and love you exactly as you are. Their hugs can fix almost anything, and
their wisdom gently lights your way. They see the best in you, even when you
can’t see it yourself. Spending time together makes ordinary moments magical. You
may grow taller and older, but their love never changes. The bond between
grandparents and grandchild is forever, strong, gentle, and true. Love is the
golden thread that ties your hearts together, always and always.
In a peaceful meadow where
wildflowers swayed in the breeze lived a soft, snow-white lamb named Lila.
Lila loved to play in the sunshine, chase butterflies, and roll down grassy
hills, but her favorite days were the ones she spent with Grandma and
Grandpa Lamb.
Their cozy cottage sat on the edge
of the meadow, with a little garden full of daisies and a porch swing that
creaked most happily. When Lila saw the puff of chimney smoke rising in
the distance, her heart would leap.
“Mom! Dad! I’m going to Grandma and
Grandpa’s!” She’d call, and off she’d trot, her little bell jingling with
excitement.
When she arrived, Grandma Lamb
always had something special waiting: a warm loaf of clover bread, a pot of
honey tea, or a story ready to be told.
And Grandpa Lamb? He always had a surprise, a shiny pebble, a funny poem, or a
walk planned down to the big oak tree by the brook.
“Hello, my sunshine!” Grandma would
say, wrapping Lila in a soft, woolly hug.
“There’s my favorite little lamb!” Grandpa would chuckle, giving her a gentle
pat on the head.
Lila loved being their “favorite
little lamb.”
One afternoon, as Lila helped
Grandma bake honey muffins, she asked, “Grandma, why do you always make my
favorite things?”
Grandma smiled, wiping flour from
her cheek. “Because you’re our favorite someone.”
“But you have lots of friends and
family,” said Lila. “Don’t you love everyone?”
Grandma nodded. “Oh, I love everyone,
dear. But the love I have for you and your grandpa, and for you, is a
different kind of love. It’s the kind that never runs out. It just grows.”
Later that day, Lila followed
Grandpa down to the brook. He showed her how to skip stones across the water.
Most of hers plopped and sank, but one little flat stone bounced three times
before disappearing.
“Did you see that?” Lila gasped. “I
did it!”
Grandpa smiled. “That’s my girl! You
kept trying; that’s what counts.”
They sat together in the shade, listening
to the soft rush of the water. “Grandpa,” Lila said, “how do you and Grandma
always make me feel better?”
Grandpa thought for a moment. “Maybe
it’s because we see you with our hearts. Even when you’re quiet, we know when
something’s bothering you. And we love you through it.”
That night, as fireflies began to
dance above the meadow, Lila snuggled between Grandma and Grandpa on the porch
swing.
“Grandma?” she whispered.
“Yes, dear?”
“Do you think I’ll always love you this much?”
Grandma smiled and kissed her
forehead. “Oh, sweetheart, love like this doesn’t fade. It only grows brighter,
just like the moon.”
Grandpa chuckled. “And even when
you’re all grown up, every time you think of us, we’ll be right here, in your
heart.”
Lila thought about that for a long
time. The stars twinkled above, and the night air smelled of wildflowers and
home.
As the crickets sang and the porch
swing rocked gently, Lila whispered, “I love you, Grandma. I love you,
Grandpa.”
And they whispered back, “We love
you more.”
From that night on, whenever Lila
saw a bright moon in the sky or a firefly flicker in the grass, she felt their
love shining all around her.
Even when she wasn’t in their
cottage, she carried their laughter in her heart.
Because love, Lila realized, doesn’t
live in just one place; it lives everywhere the heart remembers.
Poem:
Grandma’s hugs are soft and sweet.
Grandpa’s laugh can’t be beat.
Stories shared and cookies warm,
Love keeps us safe through every storm.
When I’m grown and far away,
I’ll still hear what they used to say.
“You’re our sunshine, brave and true,
We’ll always, always love you.”
Questions for Discussion:
1. Why did Benny go to his dad after his mom said no?
2. What did Benny learn about his parents working
together?
3. How can you show respect and trust when your parents
make a decision?
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