Is it separation anxiety or the pandemic? – The Washington Post

Then one day last June, construction traffic caused me to be 10 minutes late for school pickup. When I finally arrived, I found my daughter, then 6, consoling her brother, who was furiously wiping tears from his eyes. “He was afraid that he would never see you again,” one of the teacher’s aides told me the next morning, which struck me like a knife in the heart.