I knew Berkeley Breathed from his comic Bloom County, which I rather enjoyed. If you are unfamiliar with it, lets just say it wasn't the most reverent of comics. So I came away fromMars Needs Moms both not surprised and surprised. I wasn't surprised about the very blunt and disrespectful way that Breathed had his main character describe moms in the beginning, nor was I surprised at the over the top stereotypical illustrations (especially the ones found on pages 14 and 15. I was however pleasantly surprised at the story pulled at my heart strings. The tale is somewhat goofy. A child complains about moms and how strict they are, making them eat healthy foods and take out the trash, and then he gets in trouble with his own mom for having dyed his younger sibling purple. That night, martians go to his home and steal his mom. He chases after them and manages to steal away on their vessel to mars. There we find out that the martians stole the mother because "They needed driving to soccer! And to ballet!...Plus cooking and cleaning and dressing and packing lunches and bandaging boo-boos!". The boy, while going over to tell the martians that their notion of motherhood is "completely sensible", trips and breaks his helmet. The boy starts to suffocate. The mother takes of her helmet, and places it on his head. She then begins to suffocate. Luckily the boy gets help and they find another helmet. In the end they all get home safely. I have to admit, Breathed has a great story here, and mixed goofiness with sentimental value very well.
In the beginning, it is clear that the boy is not very fond of doing chores, nor of eating vegetables, nor of getting in trouble, even though he does not explicitly say any of these things. Instead of telling the readers "my mom made me do yard work", he instead says that mothers "were giant, summer-stealing, child-working, perfumy garden goblins". Instead of saying that he had to eat his vegetables, he says that "Mothers were also bellowing broccoli bullies and carrot-cuddling cuckoos." Though this use of implied meaning may appear to be just for fun, it is actually a great literary exercise for new readers. Being able to infer meanings is a common skill tested on many standardized tests, and it can be hard sometimes. Practicing with obvious cases such as these will prepare new readers to infer more subtle messages later on in their literary experience. Thus Breathed's book becomes not only entertaining, but educational as well.
I would like to bring Breathed's illustrations to particular attention. They are detailed, beautiful, and well made, but what makes them especially fun are the little extras that Breathed puts in them. On the fourth page, all of the paintings on the wall look at the boy, forced to eat his veggies, with scorn and disgust. While he takes out the trash, the dog tries to get a taste of some of the juice spilling off of the boy's face from a can on the top of the pile. Perhaps the most entertaining is the martian's choice of bait for catching mothers: a cup of Starbucks coffee. These little additions make the book more entertaining, and encourage spending more time looking at and talking about the pictures. Certainly it improves the experience for children who cannot read, because they can still contribute novel information to the story and other readers.
One more thing that I wish to mention is Breathed's illustrative portrayal of the boy's mother. For a grand portion of the book the reader does not even get to see her face. Instead they are presented with shadowy, oppressive figures donned in sun hats thrusting hoes upon their children, or hands donned with dripping wet yellow rubber gloves pointing at a plate of unfinished broccoli and carrots. The first truly human look we get at her is on the ninth page, where the boy yells "I SURE DON'T SEE WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT MOTHERS!". We see only her outline against the stark white light behind a closing door. Her head is down, her shoulders slumped. Her sorrow and pain coming from the boys stabbing comment are sharply felt by the viewers. She is blurry, and shown only in black and white, in stark contrast to the sharp, colorful, loud illustration of the boy on the opposite page. Breathed certainly created an emotionally moving scene, especially for parents. However, the reader still does not get to see the mother's face. That does not happen until she must save her child's life. We first get to see, once again, her silhouette, framed against the martian sun as she walks nobly up to her dying son and takes off her helmet, dress blowing dramatically in the wind. This dramatic scene gives an air of suspense, and prepares the reader for the moment when the mother's face is seen. On the next page, we don't see a beauty queen, nor a tyrant, but a bedraggled face with a hair curler dangling across her forehead. Her eyes are tired, but filled with love. One may even note the hint of tears in her eyes. She is not angry at her son, merely concerned for his well being. This image captures one aspect of being a parent, the aspect that one would do anything for one's child, even give one's life without a second thought. Through the rest of the book, we see her either lying dramatically in the martian sand, or lying at peace in bed cuddled with her child. These illustrations really bring to life Breathed's message--Mothers are special, and not because they make life miserable through chores or vegetables, nor because they can be familial bus driver or doctors. Those are only side-effects. Mothers are special because they love their children. They love them enough to make them do chores. They love them enough to take them to the next ball game. They love them enough to die for them.
Reading this book helped me to realize again how much my mother is worth to me, how much she has done for me, and how much I am indebted to her. I suggest reading it, perhaps as a Mother's Day gift, or just for fun. It is a good book with a good message. I'm happy for having been able to read it.