As we travel through life, we meet many types of friends who have the power to make a lasting impression on us. There are childhood friends, high school friends, camp friends, family friends, college friends, work friends… and then, there are mommy friends.

When I became a mom, I was lucky to live in NYC where the number of strollers on the street made yellow taxis look sparse. It wasn't until I walked the streets with my daughter during those early weeks that I realized how meeting moms was strangely similar to dating. Pulling up to a city corner while waiting for the light to change resembles what I imagine a speed dating event to look like. You are given 25 seconds to see if you are compatible with half a dozen women who are all pushing the same stroller, most likely taking a 15 minute walk to finally get out of the house, an outing that took over an hour to prepare for. Rather than the preliminary What do you do? first date questions, conversation starters are more along the lines of How many months? What hospital? Sleeping through the night? And finally addressing the elephant on the street, How do you like the stroller? If there were sparks on the pavement, you had exchanged numbers by the time you crossed the street. It was that efficient.

Luckily, mommy friends never demand monogamous relationships. In fact, the more the merrier. I've had much success in my speed dating rounds and have hit it off with some fantastic moms. These are moms I can reach out to around the clock for just about anything, beginning with the Googlers.

The Googlers are the moms who use Google as their child's primary care physician. Google always has the answers. Google always knows best. Your daughter has a runny nose? Did you Google it? Your infant can't count by 2s? Does Google know? And they're right. Google does seem to know it all. The downside? Google doesn't take insurance.

Then there are the Movers and Shakers. These are the moms who enrolled their babies in classes while they were still in the womb. If the nursery school wait list is out of control and you're out of the first trimester, what are you waiting for? I won't lie, I researched gym, music, theater and art classes before I even knew my baby's gender. But I waited until I was in labor to enroll.

Next, there are the Disciplinarians. These are moms I deeply respect and envy. They are tough, resilient, and determined. Your kid isn't sleeping through the night? Let 'em cry! You haven't taken away the pacifier? Toss it! Each time I walk away from one of these conversations, I feel rejuvenated; I can conquer this next challenge, no problem. My daughter will cry it out, and she'll be ok. And she was. And so was I, after my husband let me cry it out.

And finally, there are the Rebel Moms. These are the moms who are proud to be unconventional. Their kids form their own schedules, make their own meals, and run their own baths. They run wildly throughout the playground, eat mouthfuls of dirt, and fly by the seat of their diapers. These are the moms that begin conversations with I sucked my thumb until I was in my twenties, and I turned out OK! They are calming, nurturing, and always make you feel as though you're a fantastic parent no matter how many french fries your kid had for breakfast.

Unlike dating, the differences and incompatibility amongst moms will only lead to better chemistry. We're traveling through unknown territory together and constantly learning from one another. We reach vulnerable moments where the mere sight of another stroller on the street is comforting, reassuring, and inviting. We all find ourselves wanting to cover our children with kisses and pull out our hair at the very same time. And no matter how different we are and how much our personalities vary, we all share a bond that is indescribable and immeasurable. And if you've got game on the city streets, it's a bond that can instantly form in just 25 seconds.