I have experience both myself at airports.
My 21 year old daughter made the ghastly decision to move her and her 5 year old son to Washington state. Talk about rip your heart out. Her son was more my son, and a little brother to the other two kids. He was everyone’s darling.
At one point at the airport, before we got to the get naked for a strip search point, my 15 year old daughter froze, grabbed on to a rail, and said, “Mom….I can’t do this.”
I took a deep breath and said, “Neither can I,” and grabbed her arm and marched on. One of the worst days of my life, saying good by to my grandson/son, not knowing if I would ever see him again.
Four months later they came back! We could hardly stand up for the hugging and crying and laughing. I took him home at that point and didn’t let him go for two weeks!