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Ehteshamul Bari
It is not a memory, but a thing that makes her the best mother I could ask for. I, being a not so great child, would do things that hurt other people, that became a burden for other people, that I myself still regret doing, that person was almost always my mother, thogh she angry scolded me, she never held a grudge, she told and adviced me on how to be better, on days when she was extremely fatigued and tired, she would do her best to tend my absolute needs, sacrificing her own needs. I will forever be in debt to my mother.
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Laaibah Ferdousi
The soft clinking of coins in a clay jar is the rhythm of my childhood—a song my mother taught me, coin by coin. She’d slip a few coins into my palm with a smile. “For your bank,” she’d say, and I’d rush to add them to my collection—a blue jar with Bangla scriptures painted on it, resting on my shelf.
I wasn’t saving for anything specific. My mother wanted me to learn the value of holding onto something rather than spending it right away. Sometimes, she’d have me do small chores to feel the effort behind each coin. Because of that, I became reluctant to spend what I’d saved.
“Think about whether you want or need it,” she always said.
Even without a goal, I kept saving. “You never know when it might come in handy,” she said. Every week, I eagerly dropped coins into my jar, watching the pile grow steadily—like planting seeds and watching them bloom.
My mother was my first bank—teaching me that saving isn’t just about money but something far deeper.
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Azwa Tamanni Chowdhury
Money was never just numbers in my house—it was a language my mom spoke fluently, and taught me with quiet patience. Last year, she said I was ready for my first real responsibility: paying my school fees on my own. She wasn’t home, so I had to handle everything myself. I felt proud, grown-up—even a little invincible. Until the teller at the bank looked at me gently and said, “This isn’t enough.” My confidence crumbled. I had grabbed the wrong bundle. Face burning, I rushed home, found the right amount, and ran back—my first lesson in financial humility. When I told my mom, she only smiled: “That’s how you learn.” And I did. Now, I double-check everything. I shop with intention. I ask better questions. That mistake—the “bank run,” as we now call it—became a turning point. Not just in how I handle money, but in how I carry responsibility. My mom gave me more than a task that day—she gave me trust. And I’ve been growing into it ever since.
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Nakkhatra Sehtab
Growing up, my mother was the main financer of our home. I remember her sitting at the edge of our bed, counting crumpled notes late at night while I pretended to sleep. She made ten taka stretch like a hundred and never said no to my childish demands, even if it meant wearing the same old saree for another year. Before one Eid, an old beggar came to our door, Looking to eat. She fed him and before he left, handed him a thousand taka from her "Eid" envelope. I was furious and i yelled at her, assuming she had given away my eidi. I stormed off. but two days later when eid came, my envelope had the full amount, not a single taka less. That year, she didn’t buy anything for herself. although i didnt realize what happend then, now I realize: her kindness, her sacrifice, her love that’s what true wealth looks like. She sacrificed her shopping budget for my allowance. I try every day to make her proud, to give back what I can. I love you, Mumman. No bank could be richer than your heart.
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Mubtasimah
Have you ever saved up for something that made someone else smile? After Eid, my mother handed me a small glass jar and said, “Put your salami in here. You’ll thank yourself later.” I wanted to spend it on chips and toys, but I gave it a try. Every time I got a bit of money, I added it to the jar. Slowly, the sound of coins and notes piling up became something I looked forward to. Months later, I counted it all and used it to buy a vanilla cake—my mother’s favourite. When I surprised her with it, she hugged me and said, “When you save, your money doesn’t just buy things—it shows love.” That moment made everything worth it. I realised saving isn’t just about holding onto money—it’s about using it with care. That little jar taught me how small choices add up, not just in coins, but in memories too. To me, my mother is like a savings account full of wisdom and kindness.
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Naziba Rhaman Nuha
My mom, the chief purser of Biman Bangladesh, has been my first and most important teacher about money and saving. Growing up, I saw how carefully she managed our family’s finances — always thoughtful, never wasting, always planning ahead. She kept a little notebook where she tracked every expense, making sure we saved for emergencies and important needs.
I remember asking her why she didn’t buy things impulsively, and she told me, “Saving now means security and freedom later.” She taught me that money is not just to spend, but to protect your future. She encouraged me to save my pocket money instead of spending it all on toys or sweets, saying, “Saving is like planting a seed that grows.”
Because of her, saving is not just a habit — it’s a way of caring for myself and my family. My mom is truly my first bank.
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Aariana Bashar Thilock
When I was a child, I remember desperately wanting an American Girl doll. I begged my mother to buy me one and when she rejected, I threw a huge tantrum. About a week after, my mother surprised me with the doll. I was so enamored by the doll, that I didn't notice the tears in her eyes until late. I saw her struggles when my father passed away. I didn't want to be a burden. So, I stopped asking for things. One day, my mother sat me down and told me not to hold back from asking for things. She told me that she finds her happiness in mine. She taught me that while we had to save money, we should also chase our happiness. So, I kept every ounce of Eidi that I got after that for future use. I used that money for her as a gift on Mother's Day. She is my inspiration to never give up. She showed me how to be a strong, responsible and most importantly, a kind person. My mother was my first bank, a bank that held the wealth of love and care.
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Adelio Adityo Baidya
My mother is more than a parent — she’s my first bank and my kindest teacher. When I was in class 3, I cried for a Nintendo Switch because my friend had one. Instead of buying it right away, she sat beside me and said, “We can’t always get what we want, but we can always be happy with what we have.” I didn’t get it then, but over time, I realized she was teaching me the value of contentment. That moment, more than any toy, taught me how to handle money, desires, and emotions. My mom showed me that real wealth isn’t about owning things but about appreciating what we have. She saves not just money, but also love, time, and kindness — feeding stray animals, listening patiently, and celebrating little joys. She taught me gratitude, generosity, and how to live simply but richly. I don't know if I'll grow up to be rich in material things, but I know for certain that I'll be rich in love, in values, and in memories - because my mommy, my first bank, already made my heart full.
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Umaiza mehraver
One special memory with my mother that taught me a great value happened when I was feeling sad after failing a school test. Instead of getting angry, she sat beside me, gently held my hand, and said, “Failure is just a step toward success, not the end.” That day, she helped me study with patience, showing me the importance of resilience and believing in myself.
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Zoar Hasan
Isn’t it amazing how Mom’s smile felt like a deposit of endless wealth?When I was ten, my toy car slipped from my hand & broke into pieces & I ran to my mom crying, but, she looked at me quietly and said,“Do you want to learn how to earn it yourself?”I was confused.That night, she gave me an empty tin box & said,“This is your bank now.If you want the truck, save for it.” I thought it was a punishment at first. But, things changed.She gave me chores & for every job, she gave me a few coins.& even when I messed up, she’d just say, “You’ll get better.Earning takes patience.”Every evening,I’d drop coins into the box.The sound became something I looked forward to. & whenever I wanted to buy something, she would smile and say, “Your money, your choice. But think about what matters more.” It took me almost three months, but I did it!! That truck felt like the most earned thing I’d ever owned.I still remember my mom watching me with that proud smile.She wasn’t just my mother,my first bank.
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Kazi Iyamina
I had learned about the value of money in the hardest way. I have always been given everything since my birth. I never had to ask for stuffs. Few years ago my dad got bankrupt 2 times after my sister went overseas for studies. It was the hardest time. We didn't know when we will loose our house because dad couldn't pay the rent. So me and my mom went shopping for something, I wanted something. She denied and denied. Then when we got home I asked her why didn't she buy me that it wasn't even that expensive and she replied "you have to learn to sacrifice your needs. In your whole life till now your dad have given you everything, bought you everything that's why you don't know when you should spend money and when you shouldn't. In this time, we hardly have money on us, we should be thankful for the roof above our head, the food we eat three times a day because some people don't eat in three days. You have to learn to budget and spent wisely." That's how I learned the value of money.
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Iyaad Minhaz
I would like to share how I started saving money even before I knew what a real bank was.
When I was three, my mother gave me a clay piggy bank. Every day, she gave me coins after work, and I enjoyed saving them. That habit turned into a hobby. Now I love collecting international currencies.
Later, my mother made a deal with me. If I helped with chores, I’d earn small rewards. I now can make my bed, clean dishes, wash some clothes, and help my seven year old brother study and shower. She also taught me to cook easy meals like sandwiches and omelets. Doing these makes me feel responsible.
She always reminds me to save instead of spending without reason. Sometimes she gives treats instead of money, which I enjoy. My mother says, “With hard work, you can help others grow.” Her words inspire me to do my best.
She plans to help me open a real bank account. I am really excited about it! Until then, my mother is my first bank.
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Arayna Islam
When I was about three,my mum gave me a yellow coinbox.It was rectangular with a long handle."This is yours"she said."Whenever you get something-money or a coin-put it in here."
At first,I didn’t understand “saving money” or how “money grows.”But once I did,I couldn’t wait to fill it up!I got money on Eid and my birthdays,and even asked my mum for 100tk sometimes to fill it up.
The box was still light,and the only thing that stopped me from opening it early was my mum,who'd always say,“Wait until the box is so full that no more can fit.”
That day finally came.The box was heavy,packed,-ready to open!We cracked it open,and many notes and coins spilled out.There was more than I imagined!
I bought many things with my money,feeling proud.
I still have the coinbox.It didn’t just hold money-it held memories,patience,and the power of saving little by little.I owe it to my mum,who taught me even small savings can grow into something meaningful.
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Taiush Islam Asfee
Every time I eyed a toy displayed in a toy shop when I went shopping with my mother, I wanted to get it. Not always my mother would nod in the affirmative. Upon her refusal to get me the toy, I would nag until either I was finally given the toy or I gave it up altogether after a spell of futile tear shed. Sometimes, I ended up with my heart smashed into pieces, unable to get the thing I wanted. But as I grew older, I realized that behind every NO of my mother lied an untold story– a story of responsibility, a story of sacrifice, a story of putting family needs over lavish desires. With time, I began to realize too that every single taka she saved was not out of whim but out of her careful calculation–choosing between wants and needs, sometimes at the cost of her own happiness. It was my mother who made me realize that money is limited, no matter how rich you are, so it should be spent wisely. Ever since, I became a good saver of money.
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Noren Chandra Paul
When I was in class 9, I always used to spend money on useless things. But, my mother always tried to make me realise that some people are not getting food for money and you are spending it uselessly. Then, one day, my mother took me to a coal factory, where I saw lots of kids and their family members working all day and night for money. The kids even are working so hard for money at the age of going to school. Moreover, then I realised that so far, I have spent a lot of money on useless things, which I do not need. From then, I started to understand the value of money, even 1 tk. All thanks go to my mom because she taught me this very important lesson.
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Arusha Zamir Twinkle
Growing up, I never thought much about money, it was always… there. School bags with matching pencil cases, birthday cakes beautifully made, carefully planned holidays—they were just there, like everyday blessings. Behind it all was my mother; quiet, steady, always five steps ahead. When I was nine, I wanted a beautiful purse with blue patterns. She said it was “unnecessary,” but didn’t say no. Instead, she gave me four pastel envelopes: “Spend,” “Save,” “Give,” and “Dream”. A reminder. Watching my “Dream” envelope grow was like watering a small plant—waiting became peaceful. One afternoon at Shahabuddin Park, she told me saving wasn’t born from fear, but freedom—the freedom to breathe easy. This year, I used my savings to buy her a lotus charm bracelet, and when she hugged me, warmth blossomed. Saving taught me more than money; it taught me love, care, and patience. My mother is my first bank, showing me that true wealth is in the heart. And that wealth? It’s value sticks forever.
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