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Lizzie Assa, The Workspace for Children

Hi, I’m Lizzie Assa, the mom behind The Workspace for Children. Prior to becoming a mom, I received my Masters in Education from Bank Street College of Education and taught nursery school in NYC. Fast forward a few years and I am a mom of three creative kids, ages six, nine and eleven. I am a blogger and content creator, living in Maplewood, NJ, combining my passion for play, art and parenting. It is my joy to provide knowledge that helps parents, teachers and caregivers find the joy in making space to be playful. At The Workspace for Children you will find creative inspiration for living a play based life with kids.

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A really beautiful thing happened to me the other day. A neighbor rang my doorbell and complimented me on a job well done. She went on to tell me about a time that Nate hopped off his bike while he was riding with friends and helped her carry her groceries to her front door. She told me about another time that she looked outside on a snowy day and Ruby was shoveling her front walk. The neighbor offered her money, but Ruby declined. My girl explained that she was just trying to help.

I was so moved by this information. It felt important. Yesterday, I asked my ten-year-old, "Why do you think you chose to become a helper?" He gave me a really weird look so I explained the premise of this blog entry. I told him that my heart was full and I wanted to understand more about his thinking so that I could share it with others. Then I asked him again, "Nate, seriously, what is it that makes you choose to be a helper over and over again?" 


Yes, it does, my sweet boy. Yes, it does. If I can raise my children to be anything, I want to raise them to be helpers. Helping someone else ALWAYS yields happiness, and that's what we are really looking for, right? At the end of the day, I think we all wish that our children are happy.

Here is how I am supporting my children in becoming helpers.


This is kind of obvious, but when I see someone who needs help, I help. I try to help every time I am able. I especially help when I am out and about with my children.  At the grocery store, we offer to lift bags for older people or moms who have full hands. At the beach, it means helping strangers haul their kayak or lug their beach chairs. On the streets of NYC, it often means buying a hot dog or a warm drink for the homeless person on the corner and modeling how to look a person in the eye when offering to help. 


Teach Meaningful Skills

From when they were very small, the children worked side-by-side with my husband as he tirelessly raked leaves or shoveled the driveway. They loaded the washing machine with me and learned how to work the buttons. On the beach, it was their responsibility to carry something from the car to the shore, even if in the moment, it would've been easier to just do it myself. We taught them that their help was necessary. Their participation was integral to making things run smoothly for our family. Now they know what it means to help.  They know how it feels to help. They have the confidence in themselves to do a job well, which makes them feel good and helpful. 


Set Expectations

I expect my children to be helpers. I expect them to offer to hold the door for a friend. I expect them to pick up garbage when it is on the trail in the forest. I expect that helping others is just a part of who we are as people. It's not an extra thing that we happened to do on a particular day, it a part of who we are. If they forget, I remind them. I try to do it with grace, and not to judge, but I will always remind them to be helpful where they can.


Emphasize Feelings

Finally and most importantly, I try to catch them being kind in ways that are small and big. When I do, I emphasize the feelings they helped create and not the specific task that they completed.  For example, you might hear me saying, "Ruby, Maria looked so relieved when offered her the extra water bottle that you brought. I think she was worried about forgetting hers and you really helped her feel better." OR, "Nate, Sonya was so stressed when she was trying to pick up all of the spilled crackers and stop her toddler from running away. She was able to keep her baby out of the street while you picked up the mess he made. "  OR  "Sloane, you helped Eloise feel brave when you held her hand as  you walked in the door."


Obviously, they don't help all the time and neither do I. There are times when they/we are in a bad mood or distracted or have our own hands full. That's perfectly okay with me. We are all human. But, because the kids know what it feels like to truly be a helper, to feel that really warm, good feeling when you just know you've made a difference to someone else, I think they will want to be helpers for a long time to come. At least, I really hope so. 

How do you raise helpers? I would love to learn more from you about supporting my children in becoming contributing members of society and spreading joy. As always, thank you for reading along and following our journey.

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